Bab 1105: Chapter 893 Dawn_2

August spoke openly and directly.

"Next, we have a doctor from China who will lead us out of confusion and show us the hope of the future, restoring our faith in what is to come," he said.

August applauded.

The tall and handsome Song Zimo approached the podium to address over six thousand doctors from around the world, ready to report on three topics within thirty minutes.

Some doctors, who had received news in advance, knew he was an assistant to Yang Ping, the legendary figure who had published thirteen CNS papers, and unfortunately, he himself did not come.

An assistant, actually scheduled for the very first academic report—it seemed like outright disdain.

Mr. Milton sat in the front row in silence. If this were a previous conference, he would have been the one delivering the first academic report, a tacit agreement that had become a tradition. Yet this year, without prior notice, August had altered the agenda to give the first speaking slot to the young Chinese doctor.